Christmas Tree Trimming

Yesterday I trimmed a huge cedar…no, not with lights and ornaments for holiday festivities.  I was multi-tasking in the backyard.

I know, I know.  Some experts have said that actual multi-tasking is not possible, though increased use of technology at our fingertips  might be altering brain functions along with expert opinions about it.

But, maybe I was killing two birds with one stone rather than  multi-tasking. I’m not real swift with all the technology at my fingertips.

*The sun was shining, so I ventured outdoors to get my portion of vitamin D to combat seasonal affective disorder, the fancy term for winter blues and/or crabbiness.

*If I kept moving, I could be comfortable in my sweatshirt and jeans, so I ditched the coat and decided to pick up sticks. (They are still falling from treetops damaged in the ice storm a couple years ago.)

* My attention fell on the cedar tree nearest the back of the house.  Its many bottom limbs complicate mowing in spring and summer. 

*So I began trimming  as I guess-timated how high from the ground my head is when I am on the mower.

*This might also ensure normal  tv dish reception during windy weather because the satellite on a pole  was surrounded by cedar limbs.

*The low-lying limbs kept the area looking snakey, which troubled me and the septic tank cleaner last summer.

*Maybe the steady sawing on the larger limbs would mysteriously saw off the extra calories I had consumed when I ate all but two of the brownies I had baked that morning.

* When I tired and stepped back thinking I would finish another day, the lopsided tree looked too pitiful to leave, so I had practice at working on a project to its conclusion. I need all that practice I can get.

There are lots of cedar trees to trim to give me that practice! So this winter if I work on a tree every couple of days, I won’t be blue and/or crabby…and  I won’t gain the usual winter weight…and  I won’t be too creeped out if I have to walk by the tree to check the satellite dish..and I won’t get itchy and tick-covered when I mow around it.

For once I won’t be wishing winter away, I’ll be working it away!

PS.  Even when I get my car to the shop to get my alternator replaced, so I’m not stuck at home, I promise to still work on my cedar trees! 🙂

Cross my heart, hope not to die, and please, no cedar needles in my eye!

About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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